Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard
No: 81; variant: 81F
- ‘I HAVE a tower in Dalisberry,
Which now is dearly dight,
And I will gie it to Young Musgrave,
To lodge wi me a’ night.’
- ‘To lodge wi thee a’ night, fair lady,
Wad breed baith sorrow and strife;
For I see by the rings on your fingers
You’re good Lord Barnaby’s wife.’
- ‘Lord Barnaby’s wife although I be,
Yet what is that to thee?
For we’ll beguile him for this ae night,
He’s on to fair Dundee.
- ‘Come here, come here, my little foot-page,
This gold I will give thee,
If ye will keep thir secrets close
‘Tween Young Musgrave and me.
- ‘But here I hae a little pen-knife,
Hings low down by my gare;
Gin ye winna keep thir secrets close,
Ye’ll find it wonder sair.’
- Then she’s taen him to her chamber,
And down in her arms lay he;
The boy coost aff his hose and shoon,
And ran to fair Dundee.
- When he cam to the wan water,
He slackd his bow and swam,
And when he cam to growin grass,
Set down his feet and ran.
- And when he cam to fair Dundee,
Wad neither chap nor ca,
But set his braid bow to his breast,
And merrily jumpd the wa.
- ‘O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,
Waken, and come away!’
‘What ails, what ails my wee foot-page,
He cries sae lang ere day?
- ‘O is my bowers brent, my boy?
Or is my castle won?
Or has the lady that I loe best
Brought me a daughter or son?’
- ‘Your ha’s are safe, your bowers are safe,
And free frae all alarms,
But, oh! the lady that ye loe best
Lies sound in Musgrave’s arms.’
- ‘Gae saddle to me the black,’ he cried,
‘Gae saddle to me the gray;
Gae saddle to me the swiftest steed,
To hie me on my way.’
- ‘O lady, I heard a wee horn toot,
And it blew wonder clear;
And ay the turning o the note,
Was, Barnaby will be here!
- ‘I thought I heard a wee horn blaw,
And it blew loud and high;
And ay at ilka turn it said,
Away, Musgrave, away!’
- ‘Lie still, my dear, lie still, my dear,
Ye keep me frae the cold;
For it is but my father’s shepherds,
Driving their flocks to the fold.’
- Up they lookit, and down they lay,
And they’re fa’en sound asleep;
Till up stood good Lord Barnaby,
Just close at their bed-feet.
- ‘How do you like my bed, Musgrave?
And how like ye my sheets?
And how like ye my fair lady,
Lies in your arms and sleeps?’
- ‘Weel like I your bed, my lord,
And weel like I your sheets,
But ill like I your fair lady,
Lies in my arms and sleeps.
- ‘You got your wale o se’en sisters,
And I got mine o five;
Sae tak ye mine, and I’s tak thine,
And we nae mair sall strive.’
- ‘O my woman’s the best woman
That ever brak world’s bread,
And your woman’s the worst woman
That ever drew coat oer head.
- ‘I hae twa swords in ae scabbert,
They are baith sharp and clear;
Tak ye the best, and I the warst,
And we’ll end the matter here.
- ‘But up, and arm thee, Young Musgrave,
We’ll try it han to han;
It’s neer be said o Lord Barnaby,
He strack at a naked man.’
- The first straik that Young Musgrave got,
It was baith deep and sair,
And down he fell at Barnaby’s feet,
And word spak never mair.
- ‘A grave, a grave,’ Lord Barnaby cried,
‘A grave to lay them in;
My lady shall lie on the sunny side,
Because of her noble kin.’
- But oh, how sorry was that good lord,
For a’ his angry mood,
Whan he beheld his ain young son
All weltring in his blood!